Cookies in the Cottage by Kathi Daley

Author:Kathi Daley [Daley, Kathi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kathi Daley Books
Published: 2020-12-15T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

I woke to snow flurries drifting gently from the sky and a call from Colt letting me know he was headed to Houston Monday morning. After I’d called him Saturday night and filled him in on the developments relating to the haunting, he’d had his men search William’s home over the weekend, as well as his unit at the storage facility that Buford had told me about. Based on what they’d found, they felt certain that William had been the one who set up the spooky props in an attempt, they assumed, to scare Henri into selling her home and her land to Brighton and Baxter. A call to Abbot Baxter had only netted him a firm denial that he or anyone from his organization was involved in William’s shenanigans, but an email that had been found yesterday seemed to indicate otherwise. Colt decided to make the trip to Houston and speak to the man personally. He had an early morning flight out and a late afternoon flight back to Maine. He assured me that he’d keep me updated throughout the day and would stop by the cottage later if his day went as planned and he arrived back on the east coast at a reasonable time.

Meanwhile, Georgia and I had an inn full of guests to entertain. Cross-country skiing was on the list today for those who didn’t mind the cold, with Christmas ornament decorating for those who preferred to stay inside. Once the ornaments were decorated, they’d be placed on the huge tree near the fireplace in the main seating area on the first floor of the inn. Guests were welcome to take their ornaments when they left, but based on our experience from last year, many chose to leave their decoration behind for use on the tree in the main sitting area the following year.

The first thing I needed was coffee, so I headed toward the kitchen, where I found a beautiful Christmas mug with my name on it. I picked it up and realized that it was exactly like the one my sister, Annie, had bought me one Christmas when we’d gone shopping together down near Ghirardelli Square. There was no way that the gifts I’d received so far could be from Annie, but who other than Annie would know how to make my Grandma’s Christmas cookies, and who other than Annie would even know about my special Christmas mug?

It was early morning in San Francisco. Too early to call Annie, but maybe I’d call her later. Maybe my Secret Santa was Annie, and she was working with someone to bring these special gifts into my life. While there was no way she could have painted the ornament I received Saturday, she was the only person I could think of who could have known about Grandma’s Christmas cookies and the Christmas mug.

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